Mr. Murphy

Poor old Mufferpaws bit the dust today. He has been suffering for quite a while and it all got to be too much so off he went to heaven with some very costly help from the vet. Then we had a little burial in the secret garden and some funeral baked meats to follow. Toria is very sad. Murf has been with her for more than half her life. He's there in the garden with quite a gang, one of which is his brother, Benny.
I used to call the two of them the Blues Brothers as they were always in black and did everything together. If it hadn't been for Murphy's little white spot on his chest they looked just like each other when they were kittens. They were County boys and brought their wild ways to Aurora where we would find dead squirrels on the doorstep. They would follow me down the street where one day an Aurora matron stopped me to coo over them and ask me if they were Burmese. I said no, they were Barn.
Poor Benny popped his little clogs years ago when he had his second encounter with a fast car and a hard road. Murphy still had Nigel for catty company, then went off with Toria to lay waste to the Riverdale area. I don't think he was too happy about the last move to the Skybox as the opportunities for throwing his weight about were no longer there. He was confined to barracks and I think began to feel his age.
Poor Mufferpaws. We'll miss him.